"Jake. Get up. We have to leave," Jessie shakes me awake.
"But what about Mom and Dad?" I mumble.
"Jake, Mom and Dad are gone. I heard it on the radio. Gangs broke in, the water levels went down a bit. Mom and Dad were both killed in the attack," Jessie explains. I start to sob, even on my hotel bed far, far away from home. I've never felt so alone.
"Jake. We gotta go. Come on," Jessie urges. We're staying in a hotel in Tampa, hopefully far enough inland, because I heard a tsunami-well, maybe not technically a tsunami, but it was big-hit my neighborhood at around eleven thirty-four last night. We stayed up late watching the news.
We're driving again. I'm playing games on my phone. Suddenly, I slap myself. I didn't check to see if Alex is okay! I quickly send him a text:
R U OK?
Thankfully he replies within two minutes.
OF COURSE. WUT DID U THINK?:-)
Good Ol' Alex.
"Jake, you packed food, right?"
"Of course I did. Let's see-candy bars, gum, soda-" I started listing.
"No! Not junk food!"
"Oh. Then, uh-bread, soup, beans, ham, bottled water, cheese. " I say.
"And money?" Jessie asks.
"All of mine plus the quarters," I reply.
I'm going to stop writing for today. I'm exhausted.
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Wet
General FictionIt was just your normal, another-day-at-the-office kind of day for Jake. Until his small, suburban area of Naples, Florida was battered with heavy rains and hail, flash floods, and hurricanes, that is. Jake only wants two things, though: to save his...
